
Cold bites and nibbles on exposed flesh,
gnawed blue, chilled and shaking
skin clings tighter to the muscles, the bones
as a soft white down of snow begins to fall.
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-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness

Cold bites and nibbles on exposed flesh,
gnawed blue, chilled and shaking
skin clings tighter to the muscles, the bones
as a soft white down of snow begins to fall.
Thank you for reading! Please follow or subscribe to read more!
-Alina